Towards the end of the sea you scream

 Towards the end of the sea you scream. Cliff you. A word bird, and then a swallow. As the beginning of flight. Still the belly full of stones, the mouth full of words, the force in the air turbines. Standing love works. From suitcase. By mouth. Behind the memories to forget if they do not serve the well-being of the other. To the beloved who does not forget. The one whose mouth hurts from loving you. In flesh and image. At the dazzling gates. At the end of tears.